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It is cold outside [Jan. 13th, 2017|11:45 am]
Its FREAKING cold outside.

That is all
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About Last night... [Jan. 7th, 2017|08:56 am]
[Current Location |Anchorage, Alaska]
[mood |accomplished]
[music |New Slang - The Shins]

I had Snu-Snu!

That is all
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My Serendipitous life [Jan. 6th, 2017|07:53 am]
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[Current Location |Anchorage, Alaska]
[mood |Overjoyed]
[music |Win - David Bowie]

Yesterday, I went to help a friend move some excess furniture from her basement. She and her husband are turning it into a home Theater.. Yaaay!   Just five minutes into moving boxes, rolled up rugs and the like, as i pulled up a stack of framed pictures/paintings, there was one that totally took me by surpise;  one of my own paintings!

Back in 1996 I took a painting class .  At the end of the class, I had gathered up all the paitings in a lovely leather portfolio that a friend gave me and took them all down to give as gifts to my family down in California I let them select the ones they liked the most.  I thought it was a lovely personal Christmas present.  Anyway, returing to Alaska, one has to stop in Anchroage weather one wants to or not.   So I decided to spend a full  day (or very likely, was forced to spend a full day or three due to weather) there. I got a cab to wherver I was staying....unpacked everything ...except the portfioio...which was still in the trunk.  I did not realize this until a full day after I flew back into Valdez.   Called the cab company. No one saw the portfiolo.    I'm a dumbass

Fast foward to 2017, imagine my shock when I saw one of those paintings from the class staring right back at me.

I will have it scanned so you can see how first year painting class it is.

Regardless of its flaws, I am super excited to have it back in my possession.
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The regressive left. [Jan. 3rd, 2017|04:50 pm]
[Current Location |Anchorage, Alaska]
[mood |Amused/confused]
[music |Golden Brown - The Stranglers]

When Bill Mahar started his show "Politially INcorrect" waaaaaaaaaaay back in 1993, that should have been a sign to the left/liberals that they should pull back on their ideology and focus on facts.

Nope... they've been doubling down since Regan first got into office. I've heard nothing but bitching and moaning what the right/conservatives have been/are doing.. offering either the exact same solutions (often in the form of invasive legisltation) or just shouting down anyone with an opposing view calling them "racist" "bigot" "poopiehead".  The right,  would use sneaky "facts" (either altered or lots of ommisions.. .which is ubber dirty pool) with a smile.  The left would often look unprepared...and they were..and still are.  Its getting to be a drag having most your friends you used to see the world somewhat similarlly (at least politically) watch them go into a rage when you question them even a teeny bit.

Just two weeks ago, one of my facebook posts was dubbed "racist"  with no actual basis.   I sent him a private message stating that I do not want a half assed rationlized apology.. just a flat out apology.  I read the first two sentences that were exactly what I did not ask for.

The line has been drawn.
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Giving up Facebook for lent..? [Jan. 2nd, 2017|11:07 pm]
[Current Location |Anchorage, Alaska]
[mood |Contemplative]
[music |Celebrate Life - The Shins]

Okay, I'm giving up Facebook for at least a month.  When I started using it, it was an amazing communications tool.  It reunited me with friends I haven't seen or heard from in over 20 years.  I would use it more than my phone to make plans or co-ordinate with theater gigs around Anchorage.

However, after this election, people have grown rather devisive as they cling to an ideology. Ideologies leave little to no room for new ideas to enter.  I have already been offically disowned by at least two friends for holding the "wrong" opinion about something trivial.

At least I have livejournal.
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Losing wallets and weddings! [Sep. 14th, 2016|01:21 pm]
[Current Location |United States, Alaska, Anchorage]
[mood |Relaxed]
[music |Spirits in the Material World - The Police]

It has been over a week now that my cousin Jeremy (on my Father’s side) got married.  I haven’t seen him in person since 1986 while visiting that part of the family in the Chicago area.  That visit was fun, invigorating and a good reconnection with family that I needed at the time.

Fast forward 25 years later, the interweb reunited our family – if only electronically.  Getting updates about my Aunt, Uncle and cousins lives was always uplifting at just the right time. 

My previous physical interaction with my favorite part of my Father’s family was the summer of 1975.  I was 11 years old and got to spend a whole summer in the Midwest.  The first thing I was amazed by was the fireflies.   Bugs that glow in the dark!  (yes, I’m still thrilled about them to this very day)  Then, getting an eye opening life lesson from my aunt that helped me see the world a little different .  A lesson that I use to this very day.   There are different forms of “love”  I could go into detail, but that’s basically what she said (gave some unique specific examples that I’m sure most people in Western society can relate to)   That simple statement opened my eyes on how to treat people. 

An interesting side note (but relevant) about my aunt.  The very first impression I have of remember meeting her (she was at my baptism.. which I obviously cannot recall) was when she and her family came to pick our family up at the train station in Chicago.  Still very clear in my mind is waiting in front of the Station, watching this crazed looking woman with a mixture of anxiety and fear on her face..  I clearly recall being scared of this woman, hoping it was not my aunt.   She came towards us.. which means it was my aunt.   The second she started talking to us, all that fear and anxiety melted away… right before my very eyes, this woman opened up and her smile radiated this ….glow. That glow never faded in the time I knew her. 

After her Memorial service last year, my baby sister came back to reveal an interesting story about that very day.   One of my other cousins told my sister that they were forbidden to even say the word “California” in the house while growing up.   My aunt and grandmother did not get along to say the very least.   This made painful memories of San Francisco for my aunt to the point she had passed on that fear and frustration (even if just a little) Apparently, my aunt was terrified to meet her own family from California because she thought we might bring that fear and anger from our grandmother (her mother) with us.. When she realized (within 30 seconds of meeting us in person) we did not bring it with us.. That’s when the glow emerged.

Almost 20 years after that summer, my Aunt and Uncle came to California to see my baby sister get married.   I went up to her, and told her that summer saved my life and sanity.   To my shock, she replied that she thought she failed.    Ten years later, she notified the family (at 76 years of age) had cancer.   Even with Treatment, which she underwent, the doctors said she had a 50/50 chance of living ..which, sadly she did not.   I felt greatful I got to spend any time with her..and let her know how big an positive influence she was on my life.

Now we come to the wedding in California in 2016.  There were about 50 people, very close friends, of which, My cousin seems to have quite a few he can truly call that, immediate family – even though we have not had physical contact in at least 15 years.  His sisters had brought their families, One husband. One “life partner” and one adopted kid from (I believe the Dominican Republic)  One very lovely gay couple from Chichago, friends from Brooklyn.  Commenting to my baby sister, it felt like being in an episode of “Modern Family”   Just before the vows were to be exchanged, everyone was invited to help scatter Aunt Kath’s ashes on the ranch..   Apparently, EVERYONE knew (and naturally loved) my aunt. 

His sister officiated the vows.

They kissed. 

They toasted (I had to drink sparkling water thanks to medformin) 

We drank.

We ate a lovely dinner.

We chatted with old and new friends.

They had the first dance…there was no cake! (??) 

The next day, I had to call Alaska airlines informing them I lost my wallet (with my drivers lisence)  They told me TSA will probably let me through since I was returning on a RT trip.. if I answered a few personal questions.  Geez, they go into your work history at length.  Overall, it was worth losing my wallet over.
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Old Skool Politiks [Aug. 25th, 2016|10:20 am]
[Current Location |Anchorage, Alaska]
[mood |Snarky]
[music |Call me - Nancy Wilson]

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Peter Finch Primal Scream.. [Jul. 8th, 2016|01:25 pm]
[Current Location |Anchorage, Alaska]
[mood |disappointeddisappointed]

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A Lesson in Entropy [Jul. 7th, 2016|11:58 am]
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[Current Location |Anchorage, Alaska]
[mood |accomplished]

What are your earliest memories?  Mine is the first day of kindergarten.  My mother was so proud that her first born was all ready to walk out the door on his own to school.  You know, one less crying kid in the house down.. 3 to go.  The night before, she made me a brown paper bag lunch, sandwich (don’t exactly recall what it was)  and PUDDING for desert.  She put the pudding in an empty baby food jar, put the filled jar in the brown paper bag and placed it in the fridge overnight.   I recall being so thrilled to be allowed to walk out the door on my own, unsupervised.  I was going on an adventure through the Shire (FYI, Marin, County, California in 1969 was the Shire.. trust me) Thankfully, this adventure into the unknown was just my step towards independence and education.
Sure, nap time and graham crackers are all I can recall about kindergarten, but hey, I was on my first steps.

Each step towards school was a bit of a chore, because I was so thrilled (i.e. easily distracted by the FREEDOM I was given, I had to remind myself to get to school.)   - Humming and singing (probably Disney songs…probably very loudly) along the way.  

Suddenly (you saw this interruption in the cosmic flow, didn’t you?) I hear a “kersplunk” (yes, “Kersplunk”) Stopped dead in my tracks to see a horrific site a 6 year old can witness; entropy in action.  The glass jar had been in the refrigerator overnight.. the walk outside had collected condensation outside the jar. The brown paper bag offers no real support for that much entropy… Kersplunk goes the pudding.

What else could I do?  Surely I could not attend such a momentous day without desert, could I?

Heck no!

Instead of crying about it, I resolved to fix the problem by marching right back home.. even though I was just one block away from school. 

Meanwhile, the school had instantly called my mother asking why I wasn’t there.

I’m sure this drove my mother insane.   When I came through the front door (guessing here) about five minutes after she got the call from school, she was A)  Relived and B)   frustrated.   I just held up my  to show my mother the empty and broken brown paper bag.  

Mom had to pack up me, and my three sisters in the car, drove me to school, with another lunch. (no pudding though) Where I probably arrived just in time for graham crackers, milk and nap time.

Later that afternoon, mom bought me a tin “Peanuts” lunchbox. 


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Word Salad d'jour [May. 29th, 2016|12:22 pm]
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